me lay it on the table, forget stable Freak niggaz, comin' to slay to the label You got nothin' to lose, come on choose Stay away from niggaz that bring
nigga Move around nigga I'm some on P-A shit, know what I'm talkin 'bout?" [Verse 1 - Bun B] P-A trill nigga, I was born ready bro Our here on the grind
sting of a scorpion' [Mad Child] Scorpion King has slowly returned [ABSTRACT RUDE] 'I'm a king with the sting of a scorpion' [Prevail] Rifle.... The children of the night
conversations We left hanging in the air Late at night I wake up Wonder what's been done But I know our life together Will go on and on You could pull
rap style smothers, sweet like smuckers Pull out the heat and you studder, no teeth, just pucker And kiss my rings, I hit with a sting, the gifts you bring
But like a honey bee stings You've gone and left my heart in pain All you left is our favorite song The one we danced to all night long It used to bring
on stage and I stole the show well my name is joe and I flow like whoa mini c, she down with me, but today I'm representin all family guarantee on day
Til you what I?ve seen Till you where I been And every day I dream about How it seem like everyday was February 14 Cupid on beam, that arrow?s sting
. I'm so sick. I'm so sick of being here. All the pain that wells and swells and stings me. Pain's the only real thing you bring me. If you keep this
but like a honey bee stings, You've gone and left my heart in pain. All you love was a favorite song The one we danced to all night long It used to bring
the pub Girl we party, we party Every night, every freakin? day Tell the DJ make the sound play Sunday to Sunday tis ah holiday Girl we party, we party Girl you been on
paul looked at me, nervously without a sweat Carlo haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane Broke his neck Ox and vogues put up on hoes, stinging like
kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
the party gettin' loose But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose You're shootin' in the opposite position, I'm thinkin' "Should I fire or hold back on ammunition on